Awd Isaac The Steeplechase, and Other Poems; With a Glossary of the Yorkshire Dialect. By John Castillo |
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ON FINDING SOME DEISTICAL BOOKS IN THE HOUSE OF ONE WHO ONCE FEARED GOD! |
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ON FINDING SOME DEISTICAL BOOKS IN THE HOUSE OF ONE WHO ONCE FEARED GOD!
“How is the gold become dim!” (Lamen. iv. 1.)
False publications throw their gloomy rays,
Where once the Sun of Righteousness did shine;
With pain we recollect the former days,
While scoffing infidels their voices join!
Where once the Sun of Righteousness did shine;
With pain we recollect the former days,
While scoffing infidels their voices join!
Insulting Heav'n, they oft with brazen brow,
Deny our Saviour is the Son of God!
But soon to Him their every knee shall bow,
And they shall groan beneath His iron rod!
Deny our Saviour is the Son of God!
But soon to Him their every knee shall bow,
And they shall groan beneath His iron rod!
What madness to defy His power above,
To slight that blood which has their souls redeem'd;
To him who does his God sincerely love,
How painful 'tis to hear His name blasphem'd!
To slight that blood which has their souls redeem'd;
To him who does his God sincerely love,
How painful 'tis to hear His name blasphem'd!
O let us flee these men of wicked minds,
Whose glory reaches not beyond the grave;
Who to accomplish their absurd designs,
Dethrone our King, and style the conquest brave!
Whose glory reaches not beyond the grave;
Who to accomplish their absurd designs,
Dethrone our King, and style the conquest brave!
Yet still He reigns, and shall for ever hold,
In massy chains the gloomy powers of Hell;
They soon His second coming shall behold,
And howling, see the place from whence they fell!
In massy chains the gloomy powers of Hell;
They soon His second coming shall behold,
And howling, see the place from whence they fell!
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Ah! surely Satan's thousand years are up,
And he once more is suffer'd loose to go!
His object is to stagger Israel's hope,
And drag them captive to his den below!
And he once more is suffer'd loose to go!
His object is to stagger Israel's hope,
And drag them captive to his den below!
Come down, O Lord! and bid thy thunders roll!
Send forth thy lightnings, and thy foes consume!
O let them know that thou wilt them controul,
In each, and all the shapes which they assume!
Send forth thy lightnings, and thy foes consume!
O let them know that thou wilt them controul,
In each, and all the shapes which they assume!
Gird on thy sword, thou mighty matchless King!
Reclaim these poor deluded sons of men!
O save them from the cruel serpent's sting;
And drive him back to his infernal den!
Reclaim these poor deluded sons of men!
O save them from the cruel serpent's sting;
And drive him back to his infernal den!
If Israel's hope is not quite lost in death,
May these dry bones the Word of God receive!
Come from the four winds, O reviving breath,
And breathe upon these slain, that they may live!
May these dry bones the Word of God receive!
Come from the four winds, O reviving breath,
And breathe upon these slain, that they may live!
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